В колонках играет - Pearl Jam - Black

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And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine